The Meal

The urge much like the struggle is real
The idea of someone else's touch can be surreal
Wanting and waiting for another body to hold onto and explore
Can make any man's heart roar
Her beauty is one thing that you can't define
But her curves and subtle moans as your hands explore can all be so devine
She gasps and bites her bottom lip with every moment passing
The journey that you're taking oddly feels relaxing
The pressure is on you must sustain her passion
You kiss her lips and clinch her breast in such a passionate fashion
Your hands journey below where few people, if any, have been
You feel her heart beat and the heat from within
She grabs the back of your head and advises you to follow your hand
You unzip her pants and grab her thong by the waist band
You lay flat on your stomach and raise her legs upon your shoulders
Your tongue endulges in her sweetness and you attempt to make out the words that she utters
Uphoria is where you set her destination
Your hands are under her back where the passion is causing perspiration
The moans get louder, the tongue goes deeper
Your hand is over her pearl moving quicker & quicker
She begins to shake and her eyes begin to roll
The ejaculation that discharged from her seemed somewhat bold
She grabs your hair and tells you to stop
I guess you can say your meal was a mixture of emotions similar to the cliche, melting pot.
I hope this story broke the proverbial mold
Who knew a story such as this could come from a 22 year old?